Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)

You Can Tell Me

5pm.
I cheerily exit the book store, waiting to see Frank's black truck in the side parking lot, he said he wanted to pick me up after work.
As I approach the lot I see him waiting there in his vehicle, and shoot him a smile,
But he only slightly grins at me as I get closer. "Hi babe" he looks at me with those puppy dog eyes. "Hi Frankie" I reply as I buckle my seat belt.
He starts driving and I look up from organizing the chaos that is my bag after a few moments,
"Where are we going?" I look at his distracted expression as he watches the road.
"Uhh, my house. I mean, you're my girlfriend, you need to come over sometime." He slightly chuckles.
A surprised "oh" escapes my mouth, we normally just walked around parks or relaxed places, and that's what I was expecting.
"Is that alright? Am I being creepy?" He giggles.
"Oh, no, Frankie. You're the most delightful kind of creepy I've ever encountered"
He seems to relax a little as a grin appears on his face.
"And you're the most wonderful kind of psycho I've ever witnessed" 
5:23pm.
He pulls into the drive way, and holy shit does his place out do mine. It's a suburban house, it's light blue, has a little garden in the front, with step stones leading to the front.
"Wow, I feel bad for all the hours you've spent over my place now" I say, never breaking my gaze at the house as I leave the truck.
"Hey, it's inherited. So I kind of cheated." He grins.
He unlocks the white door to a large hall way, where we take off our shoes.
"Wow baby, how many rooms is it? You're all alone in here??" I slowly walk into the home.
"It's..it's three bedrooms, one library, three bathrooms..I'll show you around"
He proceeds into the house and grabs my hand without warning, just how he did on our first date.
We walk through the house, which lacks lights, and life all together, but it's beautiful.
There's a kitchen the size of my whole apartment, a separate living room, a small pond in the floral back yard, and the library..all four walls are bookshelves, with a large circular couch with pillows on it in the middle, there's coffee cups collected on the tables, a small purple bong peeks out around the mugs, and in the ashtrays are cigarette buds.
Well, there's something I could have guessed but didn't know..
"You spend a lot of your time here, I bet" I look at the books on the shelves.
"It feels like work in here, but better."
"Yeah, this has kind of became my room since..since I, started living alone." He looks down at his feet.
"Alright come on" he says rather loud and out of nowhere as he moves out of the room.
We come to a room that's theme seems to be dark, from the furniture to the walls to the floors, dark wood, dark bedding, dark curtains.
"This is just a guest bedroom" he barely steps in the room.
"But you don't really need to care about it, cause if you sleep over you'll be in here-"
He points to "his room" which is pretty neat considering he doesn't sleep there often.
There's a king sized bed, with maybe 3 different kind of blankets on it, dark hardwood floors, that are throughout almost the whole house, light gray walls, one with a large painting of Edgar Allan Poe, a dresser, a closed closet, and some scattered pairs of jeans and shirts in one corner.
"Am I sleeping over tonight?" I ask.
"If you want, I mean, it's almost six and we typically don't hang around each other for less than eight hours straight, or twelve. He nods his head with a blank expression that I haven't seen in awhile.
He starts to leave the room to show me the last room, but as he walks past me I fall into him, hugging him.
"What?" He presses his eyebrows together.
"What's the matter?" I slightly look up to meet his eyes.
"Last time you were this distant was the first few times I saw you."
He places his hands on my hips
"No, it isn't you it just..I haven't had anyone over in awhile..since, since-"
"Since what Frank? You can tell me."
"Well, that's partly why I wanted you over, I wanted to talk to you about something. Ask you something, tell you something."
"What is it?"
"Come here" he leads me down the hall to a room halfway painted white, half blue, like someone was in the middle of painting it. There's a large bed smack dab in the middle, and nothing else, no sheets, no furniture, no pillows, just a bed in a halfway painted room.
"Sit down" he says as he takes a seat on the bed.
He starts tapping his foot on the ground as I sit down.
"What happened in here?" I ask, getting more concerned by the minute.
"This was my parents room but now it's going to be a guest room. Or a room. Or some shit like that, it's a room right now, and that's what it might stay" He says rather fast as he rests his chin in his hands, looking at the door.
"Your parents are.."
"Dead." He finishes my sentence.
"Oh God. When did it happen?" I grab his hand.
"It's not important. It was long enough ago"
"Not important..? Frank.."
"Hey. I'm not talking about this, I wanted to talk about something else."
"I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry I-"
His laughter cuts me off.
"Shit you're stuttering more than I do"
I try to respond but he cuts me off again
"You look beautiful"
I start to chuckle,
"Frank, are you okay?"
"You know what, I'll talk about it over here, shut the door" he starts walking to his room.
I make my way to his room, hearing him shuffle through things on his dresser.
The minute I walk in the door I hear Nirvana's "Stay Away" playing almost too loud.
I drop my bag on the floor and smile at him as he turns around from his speaker on his dresser.
He looks me straight in the eyes, walking towards me and says:
"I wanted to talk about sex"
My reaction is just a frozen opened mouth smile, he's never been this forward, or bold.
"I feel like we should try it, plus I can only hide how much I want it with you for so long."
I start to giggle and cover my mouth out of nerves, and never seeing this side of him.
He holds my hips again and pulls me into him, moving to my lips slowly.
"Kiss me if you agree" he seductively whispers, closing his eyes.
He bites his lip,
"If not, just hug me, just be with me"
My thoughts swirl through my mind, all the different ones confusing me, I think for a second, then feel the butterflies his embrace gives me, I hold the side of his face and bring it close to mine before I plant a kiss on his lips. A strong, sexy kiss. One that looks, sounds, and tastes of lust.
He grins on my lips as he lifts me up, and presses me against the nearest wall, which does hurt, but I barely noticed. He moves from my lips to my neck, kissing roughly, moving down my neck, and pulling my black v-neck down with his chin as he kisses further and further.
He's so caught up in kissing and sucking on my neck that I start sliding down the wall, until I slip from his grip and stumble onto my feet, holding onto him the whole time.
Something comes over me and I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, dropping it to the floor.
He grabs me by my bottom and lifts me up again, whispering "take your shirt off" as he walks me to the bed, which I do as he carries me.
He sits me on the bed, Unclips my bra quickly, then lies me down.
He leans over the bed to kiss my collarbones, I reach over and claw his shirt over his head as he was moving his kisses down my torso. He stops to take it off and throw it on the floor, then kisses down my stomach and slips off the pleaded skirt I was wearing and my black lacy panties. He runs his hands down my legs and sticks his tongue between them, a startled gasp comes out of my mouth because I wasn't looking at what he was doing. It isn't long before I close my legs on him because he's just too good, his mouth is so strong and it makes me jump. He stands up and slides my body forward in the bed, moving my hips from hanging off the bed.
"Chance" his voice is slightly huskier than usual, he holds his hand out and helps me sit up, once I do I quickly unbutton his jeans and slide them down, revealing that he must have been thinking about this for awhile.
He leaves his clothes on the floor then holds his body over me in bed. He kisses my neck yet again, which seems to be a favorite thing of his. He roams over my chest and neck, sucking and kissing in various places. Meanwhile I'm just gasping and holding his back.
He stops kissing me and holds a square blue reflective wrapper to his lips, and rips it open with his teeth. I take it from him and roll what was inside it over him, he moans little whimpers and closes his eyes then moves my legs open, holding himself, guiding into me.
The bright orange setting sun out the window lights up his face, his eyes are closed as he slowly moves into me for the first time. I unintentionally moan his name as he starts to move his pace normally, picking up his breath.
7:30pm.
He presses his lips onto mine as he moves my body up and down the bed with his steady thrusts, stopping kissing me when I can't help myself but moan.
"Chance" he breathes, not stopping what he's doing.
"Frankie?" I barely get out through gasps.
"You're so beautiful. Especially when you're moaning for me" he kisses my neck,
"Please, keep goi-" he stops what he's saying and let's out a moan himself then moves faster, I moan more and more, and after awhile of his pace getting faster, I start to dig my nails into his back, feeling his shoulder blades move as he pushes into me harder, leaning his mouth to my neck yet again, sucking and even biting my neck a little as I scratch his back with my nails.
My back arches, i scrunch my nose, and gasp as he brings me to my orgasm, after I come back to reality, he's still moving in and out of me, making me lurch forward, he kisses me and moans into my mouth, picking up his speed again for some more time, he moves harder and harder, and starts whining as he gets close.
I feel pleasure run through my body again as he brings me to a peak for the second time, wrapping my arms around his back, he kisses me as he freezes as he finishes, closing his eyes, then slows down, running his hand through my hair.
I lie on his bed, taking deep breaths, closing my eyes, trying to process what just happened.
He lays a little peck on my lips before he moves off of me, and I hear him walk around the room before he falls back next to me.
I hear a lighter click twice, and then sense cigarette smoke blown on my face. I open my eyes and turn to him and he grins at me.
He lightly grabs my face and blows the smoke into my mouth.
"Don't tease me babe" I giggle.
He grabs the carton and hands me a cigarette, and lights it for me.
8:00pm.
"So" he begins.
"How was it?" He smiles as he blows more smoke from his mouth.
"What do you think?" I lean over and kiss him for awhile.
"Well. I know you came twice, but i still wanted to be polite and ask." He grins as if he's proud of himself.
"Was it good for you? Be honest" I ask.
"All I have to say is.." He takes a drag from his cigarette, then breathes it toward the ceiling.
"When can we do it again, baby?"